Your Best Friend’s Bi Cocksucker

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It's just a typical Friday night. You're hanging out with your best friend, you've got some takeout, you're playing some video games, you've got a couple beers in you already, and it's a good job too because you're recently single, aren't you? Yeah, you knew that relationship wasn't for you.

You always find it hard to interact with women, to understand them, and there's always just a little element of something missing. I mean, you know you've been kinky for a while, you've never revealed to any of your exes that you have an entire stash of femdom porn on your computer, including of course some of those forced buy clips. You know that they'd be shocked if they could see just how many pieces of porn you have featuring another man's cock.

And you know that your best friend, who looks like he might be packing a big one, sat next to you right now would be especially shocked. Or would he? You've been able to talk to him about this breakup more than guys usually are.

He's surprisingly sensitive, and even though you've known him since high school, you're seeing a side of him now that you've never seen revealed before. Maybe it's as you both get a little older, or just as the world changes, he's become more open-minded, more sensitive, more willing to talk about feelings, and you're really feeling quite supported. You feel good in this moment, despite having just ended a relationship.

You're happy, you're laughing, you're bantering, but there's this air of tension, and you can't really work out what it is. You guys should feel so comfortable together, you've known each other for over a decade, but there's just something lingering in the air. Unspoken words, unspoken fantasies.

You notice that when you're chatting and he looks away from the TV, he's holding your gaze just a little bit longer than usual. Is he? He is, right? He's licking his lips after saying some sentences, he's looking in the eyes as he brings that beer bottle up to his mouth and sucks on the rim as he swallows.

You've never really noticed before, but he's quite well groomed. His eyebrows are neat, his skin looks soft, his stubble looks perfect on his face, and he has pretty handsome eyes. Of course, you know, his body's always been better than yours.

You're a bit of an in-betweener, you're a bit of a mediocre man, but he's always taken good care of himself. You've always been a little jealous of his muscles, his pecs, which you know are silky smooth under that shirt. You've played football together, you've played soccer out in the field, you've had plenty of pool days, you've seen his body enough, and yet you've never really seen that dick.

Why are you thinking about his dick, sat here playing video games with your best friend? I mean, you've had the chance, and don't get me wrong, you've tried to sneak a glance at urinals whilst getting changed in locker rooms, but you've always stopped yourself, not wanting to go down that path. Why? Did you know it might end up like this, with you sat next to him, slightly buzzed on a Friday night, wondering about what his cock would feel like in your hand, or your mouth?

Stop it, you're so naughty. What would he think if he knew that these thoughts were running through your head right now? You'd glance over to him to wonder.

He actually doesn't seem like he'd be bothered. Are you making this all up in your head? Is this okay? Could this be okay? You've had one too many, and you decide to fucking try this philosophy.

Test out this hypothesis by laughing and slapping your hand down on his thigh, and leaving it there just a little too long. You start rubbing from his knee up to his groin, staring at your hand intently, as he does too, almost as if he's wondering when you're gonna take it away, if you're gonna take it away, but instead you give his thigh, his muscular thigh with that teardrop muscle, a good squeeze. You guys lock eyes, and he reaches his hand over to your thigh too.

Fuck. What have you got yourself into? He sets down his video controller and picks up his beer.

Beer in one hand, other hand on your thigh, just like yours is, and he sucks that bottleneck slowly, this time, a long deep swig, smizing at you, his eyes twinkling. He looks a little breathless, just like you feel. The pit of your stomach is empty, and your heart is racing.

You know you're breathing about double the speed you normally do, but you can't slow it down. You lean into him. You take your hand off of your beer bottle, setting it down, and bring your fingers up to his lips, and just trace them.

Tracing his lips with your fingertips as he closes his eyes, and you feel like this is the perfect time to just fucking lean in for a kiss. To your surprise, he opens his mouth and plunges his tongue into yours. It's not a peck.

This is not a sensual smooch. This is tongue-fucking. He's been waiting for this, too.

Oh, your tongues explore each other's mouths, and it's so much different to kissing a girl. They're so soft, but he is, too, in a different way. There's that stubble, but also there's still that sweetness.

A wet tongue, warm lips, mmm, the smell of his cologne permeating the air. God, you've never thought of your friend like this. You've never imagined what it'd be like to kiss him, despite your other fantasies.

Yeah, I know you had them. I know you've stroked to them before, in your darkest, kinkiest moments, but you always laughed out the kiss. And now here it is, and it's so fucking good, and it's so fucking passionate.

Oh, he pulls your hair back to expose your neck, kisses you deeply on that, too. You feel like maybe you're gonna have a fucking hickey for work tomorrow, but oh, you don't care. You just want him to ravage you right now.

His hands are rubbing up and down your thigh, just a little more aggressively, and every so often those fingertips will graze your cock, which is already stiff in your pants. Oh, and you wear those loose shorts. This is straining against your jeans.

Mmm, it's throbbing. God, you're getting wet, too. It's leaking for your best friend.

You want him to grab it, so you make him grab it. You take his hand, and you just thrust it straight on the imprint of your cock. He's rubbing you now hard through your jeans, and you're gonna need to unbutton them.

You're gonna need to take that zipper off. You do this, pull them down a little bit, and pull your cock out of your boxes. What do you want him to do? Hmm? Do you want him to lick it? Do you want him to put it in your mouth? Hmm? You want to suck him instead, don't you? You realize this now.

You're not dummy. You're subbie, and you always have been. You're subbie for women, and you're subbie for a man, too.

So you brush his hand away, leaving your cock twitching, denied, and aching just the way it loves it. Pull your jeans all the way off. Pull your shirt off.

Take his shirt off, and begin licking and kissing his pecs, his nipples. Oh, that chest is so hot. Somehow fucking hotter than a woman's tits right now.

Is this what you were aching for all along? Are you gay? Maybe you're just bi.

Now's not the time to think about it, although you are craving that cock in your mouth. You take his jeans off, sliding them down slowly. He's sat on the couch, and you're knelt between his legs on the floor.

A good little subbie for him. His good little twink. Pull his cock out of his boxes, and oh, fuck me.

It's at least two inches bigger than you were expecting, and thick. Shit, it's not like yours, so you don't really know how to handle it. You're gonna have to try your best.

All those femdom clips rush through your head. Flashes of cocksuckers. Flashes of Miss London licks feeding you.

Strap-on dildos. Regular dildos. Slapping you around the face with them.

Oh, you take his cock, and you slap it against your cheek, and are pleasantly surprised to feel a dribble, a string of pre-cum left all over you. You want to lap it up, so you suck it out of that wet little tip, and he loves this. Throwing his head back, closing his eyes, and moaning.

You're such a good little cocksucker now, between his legs. Running your hand up his body, feeling those muscles. His six-pack under your fingertips, and his pecs just pulsing, as he thrusts into your mouth now.

Long strokes. God, is he gonna fuck your throat? You kind of want him to, don't you, you dirty little slut? You're kind of aching for it.

Mmm. You kind of want to swallow that cock. You can't get enough of him.

And as such, you pull that dick out of your mouth, start stroking it with your hands, so that you can pay attention to those balls. Sucking them. First one, then the other, and then greedily sucking both into your mouth at the same time.

You realize there's even room for your tongue to explore a little bit of that taint. You pull his balls out of your mouth, and you start licking around that perineum. A little taste of his asshole along with it.

You want to rim him. You want his knees up to his chest, his butthole exposed, so that you can tongue fuck it. So that you can be dirty, so that you can be nasty whilst jerking his cock onto your forehead.

Slapping it against your face. God, it's so big when you're down there between his balls. It's so big, it covers the whole fucking face of yours and goes onto your head.

If he were to come right now, it'd be coming in your hair. Oh, you don't want that to happen. You need it in your mouth.

So you go back to the base of that cock and give long licks. Long strokes with your tongue, right from the base all the way to the tip, and then suck, suck, suck. Mmm.

You flash to thinking about Miss London licks, bobbing your head on this cock, holding your mouth open with her fingers, fish-hooked, and then just thrusting your head down with one of her booted feet. Yes, yes, yes. Fuck it.

Fuck it with your mouth. Oh, he's moaning so hard now, and he's getting harder and harder in your mouth. You can feel the veins throbbing out of his dick, and you can feel little gushes of pre-cum leaking every few minutes.

Mmm. You keep lapping it up, and your mouth is full of your own saliva and that salty pre-seed. Yes, baby, this is really happening.

Oh, every so often you pull his cock out of your mouth so that you can kiss those inner thighs, so that you can suck those balls, so that you can lick those abs. Oh, you look up at him, his pre-cum smeared around your mouth. Both of you are flushed red, not able to believe what's happening, but fucking loving it at the same time.

It's obvious that he's gonna come in you, right? God, you think about how much you'd love to just bend over right now, but you haven't prepared. You didn't flush out.

You didn't use a plug. We'll have to save that for another day. Fuck you.

Hope he's ready to fuck you another day, but for now you just want to make that cock feel good, don't you? You just want to make him explode in your mouth, and it feels like he's gonna get there really fucking soon. Lick away, lap away, make little tongue circles around that frenulum.

Oh, you're realizing that you know actually better than you thought what a cock needs to feel good. This is so much easier than dealing with a woman and a pussy that you're so inexperienced with. You know how to handle a cock because you have one, and you're an expert jerk junkie because you're a porn addict.

You're a femdom, masturbation, compulsion, stroker. You're a goon bot, and you're putting all these skills to good use now on your best friend, making his cock stream, pre-cum, making him cry, pre-cum. Oh, fuck, his balls are getting tighter, and you know exactly what that means.

You know it's coming. You know it's coming. Oh, the choices.

Do you want that hot load to just splash all over your face? Do you want to hold out your tongue and feel it empty onto there, or do you want him balls deep in your throat as he comes? Oh, fuck, he's not gonna give you the choice.

He's so excited that he thrusts your head down onto that cock, making sure that his mouth is drooling as his cock feels every part of your slutty little hole. He's gonna come right down your fucking throat. He's gonna come.

He's gonna do it, and you're just gonna have to take it. You're gonna have to swallow it. There's no choice.

He's making sure of that, and you fucking love how much he's dominating you, how much he's taking control, how much he's taking advantage of the situation so quickly. If he treats you like this within 10 minutes, you can't imagine what he'd be like if you actually communicated about what you want. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, he's gonna come. He's gonna come, and you're gonna feel cum in your mouth for the first time. You've never even eaten your own, but you're gonna eat your best friend's.

Oh, right now, right now, right now, he's gushing out. Oh, he makes those guttural moans, and they're somehow hotter than any noise a woman could make. Oh, you love feeling him release into you.

You love feeling that relief that you know that you gifted him, and oh, God, there's so much cum, and oh, it makes you choke on it as it hits the back of your throat, but you just try and gulp and swallow like a good little cum bucket as quickly as you can. You make sure to keep licking anything that's spilling out of your mouth, sucking those last few drops out so that he's fully cleaned, and you're fully slutty. Your own cock is twitching, and you realize it's left quite the stream and puddle of pre-cum all over the floor.

It doesn't seem like he's in the mood to deal with you after he's cleaning himself up and grabbing for his beer again. Is he ashamed? Is he embarrassed? He's pulling up his pants, and you feel like you should do the same, too.

He just goes back to playing the video game almost as if nothing happened, and your cock is still throbbing in your pants. You're gonna need to make an excuse to leave soon so that you can go home and jerk fucking furiously to this whilst training your ass for what you hopes to come next. Mmm, you and your best friend.